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"where will you let me cut you Carmen"
"where will you let me cut you Carmen"
Az runs his hand through his hair, tipping his head to the side. “I don’t know. . .” He mumbles.
Trickster ran the blade over his own arm, "tick tock"
Az watches him, chewing on his lip, “You pick. . .” Carmen hated making choices under pressure, or time limits. Stress was a thing for him there.
"no!" He glared. "this is your choice. Make one."
He bites his lip, “I don’t know!”
"Fine then, I will just do it on myself" He huffed.
Az hesitates and then sighs, “My arm.” He mumbles.
Trickster holds out his hand. "arm"
Az moves a little closer, holding his arm out.
Trickster holds Carmen's wrist and quickly slices down the others arm.
He sucks in a breath, the air hissing through his teeth in a sharp pain. He watches the blood well up from the cut on his arm.
Trickster then licks the blood off of Carmen's arm, humming softly as he does.
Az shivers, almost pulling his arm back.
Trickster holds the wrist tighter as he continued to lick up the blood.
Az bites his lip, shuddering, “This can’t be sanitary. . .”
Trickster sighed and pulled away, licking the spare blood from his lips, "I don't care if its sanitary, its delicious"
Az watches him, pulling his arm away.
Trickster then licks the blood off of the knife. "that wasn't so bad, was it?"
Az shakes his head, “No really.”
"exactly, we should do it again sometime" he flopped down on the couch.
Az watches, silent.
"what? arn't you going to join me?"
Az sighs and walks over, sitting down and leaning back.
Trickster lays his head on the others lap. "its such a wonderful night"
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